Four weeks to go. It's weird because now I know a few more people who are knocked up (my college roommate for Pete's sake!) and asking me for advice. What do I know about anything? I'm only partially psychic.
So where are we at? Well, stretch marks have invaded but the general public doesn't get to see those. Could be worse I guess. My belly may be gross but after watching hundreds of A Baby Story episodes, I've definitely seen way worse. My skin, however, is fantastic. (I hope I'm not speaking too soon.) I heard that you get this funky skin and dark spots and all kinds of horrors. I'm pretty sure I have the same skin I had ten months ago. And for that, I rejoice.
The most curious development is that I have conceded to John's wishes for A/C. I don't know if it's this heat wave or the baby's really cooking or what. But I've spent the last two nights sleeping in John's office - the only room with air con. I can no longer bear to sleep in my own bed.
Yesterday we did our Labor and Delivery tour where I learned of access to a DVD/VCR player in the delivery room. This is fantastic news because I plan to watch The Karate Kid around the clock until this boy comes out. Woohoo.
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
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